Gerald Bosacher, Turn Back The Clock</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=9.htm>Gerald Bosacher</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Turn Back The Clock</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>My Filet de Bouef I'd gladly trade <br>for just one slice like Mother made<br>of fresh baked bread with marmalade,<br>that seemed back then so common grade<br>If I could just turn back the clock.<br>I'd give away my horse and tack<br>and all my trophies, I'd glad re-pack<br>away to climb on Daddy's back<br>and giddy up around our pretend track,<br>If I could just turn back the clock<br>Expensive barbers tend my hair<br>but I would be less debonair<br>and Mother's haircut happy wear,<br>my friend's comments gladly bear, <br>If I could just turn back the clock.<br>Designer Suits now seem a bore<br>compared to those my brothers wore<br>and I impatient waited for,<br>and would gladly wear once more,<br>If I could but turn back the clock.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>